TAYLOR'S POV
"Noah, you ready?" I called, knocking on his door. He opened his door a moment later, a bunch of spray paint cans in his arms. After he helped me put them in my backpack we all left my house. The walk was silent, until we got closer to the bridge.
"Have you ever been down here before?" Noah asked Carl, looking up at him.
"I don't think so." he mumbled. I furrowed my eyebrows slightly. Why was he acting so weird?
"Want one, Gallagher?" I asked, holding up a cigarette. He thought for a second, before nodding. I handed him one and watched him light it, before taking a long drag. I did the same, lighting the tip and exhaling the smoke. Noah scrunched up his nose, looking down at the ground.
"Oh, sorry kid." Carl said, laughing slightly. He turned his head away from Noah before blowing out the smoke. We finally arrived below the desolate bridge, I threw my bag on the ground and Noah and I scrambled to get the spray paint out. Carl stood awkwardly, finishing his cigarette. Noah passed him a can, earning a small smile in return.
CARL'S POV
Noah passed me a can of dark blue spray paint, I smiled lightly at him and popped the cap off. I looked around the walls, they were nearly full of various drawings and words. Taylor and her siblings must go there a lot, because things like 'Taylor & PJ rule' and 'Noah was here' were sprayed across the walls. I watched Taylor begin to paint something, it looked like a sword.
"That's awesome." I chuckled, walking up behind her. She shrugged, continuing to paint what I assumed was the handle.
"Ain't you gonna paint something?" she laughed after a minute of silence. Noah was beside Taylor's bag, selecting his paint. I walked to the opposite wall and sprayed 'C. Gallagher' as high as I could reach in messy handwriting.
"Original." Taylor snorted, leaning against the wall. I felt warmth rise to my cheeks. I turned and saw her completed work - an amazing 3D sword with blood on the end.
"Jesus Christ, how did you do that? It looks so real!" I exclaimed, I felt Taylor's eyes burning the back of my head.
"It's simple, really.." she mumbled.
"Tay, it's 2pm!" Noah called, shoving cans into the backpack. Taylor nodded at him, then turned to me.
"Want to come back to my place?" Taylor asked casually.
"Um, yeah.. sure." I stammered, we both walked over to Noah and then began walking back to their house.
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GUYS THANKS FOR 0.3k READS ALREADY OMG! Why did this book get so popular so quick? it sucks XD
I'm gonna start putting authors notes at the end of chapters now ^_^
this chapter was so boring holy crap, but the next chapter is slightly better 🌚
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Fanfiction*i wrote this in 2015.. it's very bad and for some reason there are a couple missing chapters :/* [ COMPLETED ] [ © PVACHY ON WATTPAD ]
